CHAIN GANG WOMEN

A young and greasy incarcerated pot dealer named Harris (Robert Lott) finds out that his number is up to be moved from regular prison confines to a chain gang work camp, filled with the usual pissed-off, back-biting criminals that one finds in movies like this. Linked up with the hard-bitten Weed (Michael Stearns, who looks like the 70's version of Jeff Fahey), Harris wonders just how long he will have to endure the rigors of hard labor in the Georgia sun (which looks a whole lot like Southern California, but....).

Turns out, not very long as a break is instituted by a blow to the guard's noggin, and each pair is off and hobbling (shown in quadruple split screen), though few get very far. Luckily, Harris has a plan, and after freeing themselves of their shackles, he and Weed head for his girlfriend Ann's (Linda York) house for some travel money and new wheels. After a steamy reunion (which the creepy Weed looks in on), it's up to Harris to get the pair some new clothes, leaving Ann alone with the clad-only-in-towel Weed, who has been cursed with a manly hunger due to his time in the slams, and will simply not take "no" for an answer.

Upon his return, Harris (unaware of what has transpired) and the other two take it on the lam, though Harris soon realizes how completely bent his partner is, and tells Ann to high-tail it. Before long, they find themselves at the farmhouse of a creepy old geezer and his child bride (Barbara Mills), who Weed cannot help but corrupt with liquor, while the tied-up old man watches in despair as Weed's animal instincts take over yet again, leading the story to it's inevitable conclusion.